the complete poetical works-第10节
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And her own long； raven hair。
And on her lips there played a smile
As holy； meek； and faint；
As lights in some cathedral aisle
The features of a saint。
〃The soil is barren；the farm is old〃；
The thoughtful planter said；
Then looked upon the Slaver's gold；
And then upon the maid。
His heart within him was at strife
With such accursed gains：
For he knew whose passions gave her life；
Whose blood ran in her veins。
But the voice of nature was too weak；
He took the glittering gold！
Then pale as death grew the maiden's cheek；
Her hands as icy cold。
The Slaver led her from the door；
He led her by the hand；
To be his slave and paramour
In a strange and distant land！
THE WARNING
Beware！ The Israelite of old； who tore
The lion in his path；when； poor and blind；
He saw the blessed light of heaven no more；
Shorn of his noble strength and forced to grind
In prison； and at last led forth to be
A pander to Philistine revelry；
Upon the pillars of the temple laid
His desperate hands； and in its overthrow
Destroyed himself； and with him those who made
A cruel mockery of his sightless woe；
The poor； blind Slave； the scoff and jest of all；
Expired； and thousands perished in the fall！
There is a poor； blind Samson in this land；
Shorn of his strength and bound in bonds of steel；
Who may； in some grim revel； raise his hand；
And shake the pillars of this Commonweal；
Till the vast Temple of our liberties。
A shapeless mass of wreck and rubbish lies。
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THE SPANISH STUDENT
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
VICTORIAN
HYPOLITO Students of Alcala。
THE COUNT OF LARA
DON CARLOS Gentlemen of Madrid。
THE ARCHBISHOP OF TOLEDO。
A CARDINAL。
BELTRAN CRUZADO Count of the Gypsies。
BARTOLOME ROMAN A young Gypsy。
THE PADRE CURA OF GUADARRAMA。
PEDRO CRESPO Alcalde。
PANCHO Alguacil。
FRANCISCO Lara's Servant。
CHISPA Victorian's Servant。
BALTASAR Innkeeper。
PRECIOSA A Gypsy Girl。
ANGELICA A poor Girl。
MARTINA The Padre Cura's Niece。
DOLORES Preciosa's Maid。
Gypsies； Musicians； etc。
ACT I。
SCENE I。The COUNT OF LARA'S chambers。 Night。 The COUNT in his
dressing…gown； smoking and conversing with DON CARLOS。
Lara。 You were not at the play tonight； Don Carlos；
How happened it？
Don C。 I had engagements elsewhere。
Pray who was there？
Lara。 Why all the town and court。
The house was crowded； and the busy fans
Among the gayly dressed and perfumed ladies
Fluttered like butterflies among the flowers。
There was the Countess of Medina Celi；
The Goblin Lady with her Phantom Lover；
Her Lindo Don Diego； Dona Sol；
And Dona Serafina； and her cousins。
Don C。 What was the play？
Lara。 It was a dull affair；
One of those comedies in which you see；
As Lope says； the history of the world
Brought down from Genesis to the Day of Judgment。
There were three duels fought in the first act；
Three gentlemen receiving deadly wounds；
Laying their hands upon their hearts； and saying；
〃O； I am dead！〃 a lover in a closet；
An old hidalgo； and a gay Don Juan；
A Dona Inez with a black mantilla；
Followed at twilight by an unknown lover；
Who looks intently where he knows she is not！
Don C。 Of course； the Preciosa danced to…night？
Lara。 And never better。 Every footstep fell
As lightly as a sunbeam on the water。
I think the girl extremely beautiful。
Don C。 Almost beyond the privilege of woman！
I saw her in the Prado yesterday。
Her step was royal；queen…like；and her face
As beautiful as a saint's in Paradise。
Lara。 May not a saint fall from her Paradise；
And be no more a saint？
Don C。 Why do you ask？
Lara。 Because I have heard it said this angel fell；
And though she is a virgin outwardly；
Within she is a sinner； like those panels
Of doors and altar…pieces the old monks
Painted in convents； with the Virgin Mary
On the outside； and on the inside Venus！
Don C。 You do her wrong； indeed； you do her wrong！
She is as virtuous as she is fair。
Lara。 How credulous you are！ Why look you； friend；
There's not a virtuous woman in Madrid；
In this whole city！ And would you persuade me
That a mere dancing…girl； who shows herself；
Nightly； half naked； on the stage； for money；
And with voluptuous motions fires the blood
Of inconsiderate youth； is to be held
A model for her virtue？
Don C。 You forget
She is a Gypsy girl。
Lara。 And therefore won
The easier。
Don C。 Nay； not to be won at all！
The only virtue that a Gypsy prizes
Is chastity。 That is her only virtue。
Dearer than life she holds it。 I remember
A Gypsy woman； a vile； shameless bawd；
Whose craft was to betray the young and fair；
And yet this woman was above all bribes。
And when a noble lord； touched by her beauty；
The wild and wizard beauty of her race；
Offered her gold to be what she made others；
She turned upon him； with a look of scorn；
And smote him in the face！
Lara。 And does that prove
That Preciosa is above suspicion？
Don C。 It proves a nobleman may be repulsed
When he thinks conquest easy。 I believe
That woman； in her deepest degradation；
Holds something sacred； something undefiled；
Some pledge and keepsake of her higher nature；
And； like the diamond in the dark； retains
Some quenchless gleam of the celestial light！
Lara。 Yet Preciosa would have taken the gold。
Don C。 （rising）。 I do not think so。
Lara。 I am sure of it。
But why this haste？ Stay yet a little longer；
And fight the battles of your Dulcinea。
Don C。 'T is late。 I must begone； for if I stay
You will not be persuaded。
Lara。 Yes； persuade me。
Don C。 No one so deaf as he who will not hear！
Lara。 No one so blind as he who will not see！
Don C。 And so good night。 I wish you pleasant dreams；
And greater faith in woman。 ＇Exit。
Lara。 Greater faith！
I have the greatest faith； for I believe
Victorian is her lover。 I believe
That I shall be to…morrow； and thereafter
Another； and another； and another；
Chasing each other through her zodiac；
As Taurus chases Aries。
（Enter FRANCISCO with a casket。）
Well； Francisco；
What speed with Preciosa？
Fran。 None； my lord。
She sends your jewels back； and bids me tell you
She is not to be purchased by your gold。
Lara。 Then I will try some other way to win her。
Pray； dost thou know Victorian？
Fran。 Yes； my lord；
I saw him at the jeweller's to…day。
Lara。 What was he doing there？
Fran。 I saw him buy
A golden ring； that had a ruby in it。
Lara。 Was there another like it？
Fran。 One so like it
I could not choose between them。
Lara。 It is well。
To…morrow morning bring that ring to me。
Do not forget。 Now light me to my bed。
＇Exeunt。
SCENE II。 A street in Madrid。 Enter CHISPA； followed by
musicians； with a bagpipe； guitars； and other instruments。
Chispa。 Abernuncio Satanas！ and a plague on all lovers who
ramble about at night； drinking the elements； instead of
sleeping quietly in their beds。 Every dead man to his cemetery；
say I； and every friar to his monastery。 Now； here's my master；
Victorian； yesterday a cow…keeper； and to…day a gentleman；
yesterday a student； and to…day a lover； and I must be up later
than the nightingale； for as the abbot sings so must the
sacristan respond。 God grant he may soon be married； for then
shall all this serenading cease。 Ay； marry！ marry！ marry！
Mother； what does marry mean？ It means to spin； to bear
children； and to weep； my daughter！ And； of a truth； there is
something more in matrimony than the wedding…ring。 （To the
musicians。） And now； gentlemen； Pax vobiscum！ as the ass said to
the cabbages。 Pray； walk this way； and don't hang down your
heads。 It is no disgrace to have an old father and a ragged
shirt。 Now； look you； you are gentlemen who lead the life of
crickets； you enjoy hunger by day and noise by night。 Yet； I
beseech you； for this once be not loud； but pathetic； for it is a
serenade to a damsel in bed； and not to the Man in the Moon。
Your object is not to arouse and terrify； but to soothe and bring
lulling dreams。 Therefore； each shall not play upon his
instrument as if it were the only one in the universe； but
gently； and with a certain modesty； acc
